Trip to London

Sunday, 4^th October

I am at the airport, waiting to board the flight. I am nervous about leaving the boy. He will be fine, he has his friends, he has his sessions at the gym, yoga, tutorials. For goodness sake, it is only 3 days, he will be in my arms on Wednesday. Why do I have such a bad feeling about this?

We were in the playroom earlier, he wanted to be hurt. I refused at first, but he said whenever he would feel the pain he would be reminded of me, that I am his Master and he belongs to me. How could I refuse him after that. He had borrowed a whip from Per. I had never whipped anyone before, he kept telling me to do it harder. When I made him bleed, he was happy.

Monday, 5^th October

I have just spoken to the boy, he is fine. When I called yesterday, I could not get an answer, so I called Per. Per assured me the boy was fine, but due to being locked in their cage, could sadly not come to the phone, and he was forbidden to make a sound.

The conference is interesting, it is nice to speak to colleagues from around the world.

I am already so horny, the boy will not be able to walk on Thursday!

Tuesday, 6^th October

24 more hours! It suddenly dawned on me we will not have any gear, I thought about asking the boy to bring something, but he will have enough hassle at the airport with his collar. That is one reason why I asked Per and Lasse to travel with him. Lasse can take his collar off, but his piercings will keep the officials busy. My slave will leave his chastity belt at home, no plugs either. I have trawled the internet and booked us a dungeon for some hours. I was considering booking us both a session with a dominant. These last few months made me miss my Master and I have been so stressed lately, I am ready to give up control for a few hours. I do not like the idea of a Mistress, and I know the slave would be against it. He would probably do it for me, but I do not want to risk it. Barbara was not a Mistress in that sense, she hardly ever put him into bondage, Robert and slave no1 did that. But it would still not be right.

Thursday, 8^th October

The slave is still asleep, he sleeps on the floor. We had a nice re-union last night, I gagged him with some socks, I had to, I am sure our hotel neighbours heard us anyway. We found some belts, cords and bathrobe belts. He slept with his hands tied behind his back, I have just put him into a hogtie. I am going to wake him up shortly, so he can take care of my erection.

Friday, 9^th October

We travelled to my old neighbourhood yesterday, it has changed so much. After a while some buildings were familiar and happy and not so happy memories came back. In the evening we went to the Dungeon, we did not really enjoy being in an unfamiliar room. I am sure it is all cleaned properly, but we could not get into the mood and left after an hour. We just walked through London, enjoying the atmosphere. We found a gay pub and chatted to some nice people. I suggested we go to a show tonight, apparently that is the must do thing for tourists. Ben does not like musicals, me neither. NOT ALL GAY MEN LIKE MUSICALS!

Sunday, 11^th October

Where do I start? I am going to sue that immigration lawyer!

We arrived at the airport, and of course Ben has to use the channel for passport control outside EU. The queue for him was slow, so I waited near the desk on the other side. He seemed to have a problem. He pointed towards me and was getting very upset. I tried to find out what is going on, when I was approached and asked to wait at the side. They would not let me speak to him. They took him into an office. I was told to retrieve my luggage and I was welcome to wait. After an hour! an officer fetched me. I could see Ben in another interview room, he did not look well. I told the officer that it was important that Ben had something to eat and drink. They told me he overstayed his 90 days as tourist. If he knew he wanted to stay longer, he should have applied for a temporary resident permit in Canada at the Swedish embassy before he travelled. He was free to enter and stay for 90 days, but should have then applied to extend his visa once he was here. I explained that we had consulted an immigration lawyer and been given different advice. I told them we are getting married and have the certificate. It was an honest mistake. They could see were are not defrauding anyone, I am supporting Ben etc. The officer was very nice and listened patiently. When I asked what would happen to Ben, she said in the worst case scenario he would have to leave and apply for a visa from the country where he was last resident. That could take up to 6 weeks to come through. He would be given a chance to go home with me, and within 3 days he has to leave or he would be deported, which makes his application for a residency permit more complicated. I asked if Ben had been told what could happen. Luckily they had not, I explained that going to Canada or even the States was not an option, that he was mentally fragile as a close family member is dying. That he is with me so I can support him through this time. The officer was very kind, she said she would have to talk to her supervisor but that I had made a strong case. I asked to see Ben, which was refused. Again I asked them to make sure he gets food and drink. After about 20 minutes the officer came back, she had consulted her superior. On this occasion they would let Ben enter the country, but we had to get his residency application started on Monday. The officer recommended me unofficially to set a date as soon as possible and not let the certificate expire. If we set a date and could prove we have booked the registrar, it would strengthen our case.

I did not expect our liberal Sweden to be so strict. I am wondering, if I had not been a doctor with property, and a business interest; and Ben not a white person, it might have ended differently. I had to sign a document confirming the procedure she had stated to me. Then she had to go through the whole procedure with Ben. It was nearly 3 hours when we were finally able to leave. Ben was a nervous wreck, he could hardly walk. He had been given a drink, but nothing to eat. He even showed them his stoma!

I wanted to get away from the airport as fast as possible. Ben said he would not be able to eat, he did not even want a smoothie. I insisted he had some chocolate, which he melted in his mouth piece by piece. Luckily there was no queue for taxis. I phoned Ingrid and asked her to meet us at the apartment. I told her only we had a problem at immigration, I did not want to repeat it in front of Ben, who could just about keep it together. The taxi driver gave us funny looks in the rear view mirror.

Ingrid was at the apartment when we arrived, we had given her a key as Per and Lasse would not be there, who usually look after the flat. She was shocked to see Ben. He went straight to the bathroom and threw up. We always keep energy drinks, I do not like them, but sometimes they are useful. I made him sip some, but he could not keep it down. He started to sob in Ingrids arms like a child. He got violent hiccups, which can be dangerous for him. I had no choice but to call another taxi, go to the hospital pharmacy and get a sedative and an IV. When I came back Ben had calmed down, but he was still having hiccups. He had managed to sip some water. He was utterly exhausted. I injected him with the sedative and put the IV in. I never want to have to do something like that again.

After about 20 minutes he was asleep on the sofa, and the hiccups had stopped. I felt absolutely drained as well. Thank God Ingrid was there. I felt a bit jealous that he finally broke down and cried in her arms, that I was not able to give him that reassurance?

Ingrid and I went to the office, which is off the living room, and I told her in detail what had happened. She was shocked at the treatment we had received, she as well could not believe that the Swedish authorities could be so harsh. She wants me to come down on the lawyer.

I expressed to her my concern how Ben will react when I eventually have to tell him about Robert, after this episode.

She went to her flat to fetch some food she had cooked, and she brought some vodka.

I do not keep alcohol in the house, not even beer. My Master died of cancer, very likely hastened by his consumption of alcohol.

I managed to eat something, and a shot of vodka helped me to relax. The boy slept right through, I eventually carried him to his cot. I thought about having him in my bed, but I thought I need my sleep, too, and it will be good for him to wake up in his space. Any sign of distress, I would have heard. Like a mother, and as an anaesthetist, my unconsciousness can detect changes in breathing or sounds of distress.

I woke up as soon as I heard noises from Ben. He felt ok, very weak, he is very pale. He had some of his usual thin porridge, to which I added some jam, and some peppermint tea. He had a shower and did some yoga. I made him a protein shake, which he drank slowly. He is now resting in his cell, he has been his usual quiet all morning. We will have to talk about it today, about how we proceed.

I have to work tomorrow, I am on a late shift, this means we can go to the migration office tomorrow morning.